Just good old straightforward heterosexual activity.
Cadwarra found the location of her new apartment with no trouble. 25 Karana Court was in a fancy part of North Qeynos.
Belatedly, she realized she had no key. She approached the door wondering if Amber had left one under the welcome matt. The door opened as she approached. How fancy to have a magic door that recognized its resident, she thought. Pure luxury. The door closed softly behind her as she entered.
The vestibule was large. She hung up her cloak and entered the living room area. It was fully furnished, mostly with items she did not recognize. The pikes were leaning in the corner.
There were three bedrooms. The largest contained her bed and some new night tables. The others each contained a single bed though she was unsure of who would be sleeping in her rooms beside Diamander and Amber and, she assumed, Lord Vishra whenever he might care to be between her legs.
She pondered further and realized Lord Vishra would be using her bed should he choose to come over. Perhaps Diamander would need to use one of the other bedrooms while he waited for his uncle to finish with her. At least Amber would at last have a bed of her own so she need not pretend she was asleep while her male relatives made love to Cadwarra.
There was a new table in the dining area. It was very long with room for eight dinner settings. There was a full length bench placed on one side of the table with three chairs placed on the opposite side plus two more at the ends of the table. The chairs were very fancy and looked very soft.
Amber had left another note for her to find near the head of the table.
“I hope you like what I have done with the apartment. I got all sorts of booze (the kind men seem to like) plus some sherry, cognac and calvados for us. I’m out getting other delicacies so you will be ready for visitors. We have no cook yet, but I have ordered groceries from Voleen’s. If that pervert Baltazar tries to seduce you when he delivers them, just mention Papa and he will back off like the lowly servant he is. Lastly, your squire is to take us to to Willow Wood the day after tomorrow for some new armour. Should be fun!
See you soon - xoxo Amber
p.s. - I sent the Squire out to get proper armor repairing supplies from the Mossclean Forge in Willow Wood. He has a thing for the Blacksmith’s daughter and I suspect she will want him to stay a bit longer than need be but it cannot be helped; they are young and quite oversexed, I am sure! “
So there was this mention of a Squire again. Someone had hired one?
Cadwarra placed her Royal Commission and all those other official papers on the table beside Amber’s note. She would need to read that Draft Treaty but not tonight. She helped herself to a moderately small glass of sherry and stepped out onto the back deck. The view of North Qeynos in the very late afternoon was lovely. She noted Voleen’s bakery was conveniently close. She imagined fetching coffee and rolls for breakfast most mornings. She would enjoy this apartment.
Cadwarra enjoyed the view for a half hour. Finally feeling chilled as dusk approached, she turned to go back into the house. She should light a fire.
She had not yet learned her men would often arrive unannounced at odd hours and so stopped in surprise when she found Uncle Triander sitting at the dinner table. The door had let him in. He had found the bottle of sherry she had left there and was enjoying a glass.
Cadwarra took only a moment to get over the unexpected appearance of a guest in her apartment but during that short time that she was standing there in the porch entrance a strong fall breeze caught Cadwarra’s skirts and caused them to flair open. A good portion of upper thigh was revealed to Triander.
This was not the first time the dress had behaved so capriciously; flying about after being caught by the same odd breeze. It had happened a first time while she had walked through Qeynos past those horny youths who had confessed to to each other to wanting to fuck her. The second time was when she had stood in front of the Palace Guards, who got a nice eyeful. Now, for the third time it happened in front of Uncle Triander. She was beginning to suspect Master Daniel had enchanted her dress with a magic spell which caused her legs to be accidentally exposed by male-friendly winds which appeared unexpectedly at ‘appropriate’ moments.
She was not bothered by this. She accepted that men liked to see ‘accidental’ flashes. As Triander got a good look at everything she owned below the waist she calmly stepped fully into the dining room. Her skirts fell back into place.
Triander liked the privileged view provided by Cadwarra’s wardrobe malfunction but only stared a short moment. He knew women typically liked men to notice their bodies but paradoxically resented any creep looking so long that it became a lecherous leer. He lifted his gaze to look into Cadwarra’s beautiful brown eyes. “I see you have stocked your bar with quite lovely potables” he complimented Cadwarra, refilling her glass for her. “I hope you do not mind me dropping in. I thought I should stop by to toast your new title, Viscountess.”
Cadwarra raised her glass and smiled, though she herself was not particularly thrilled to be addressed as “Viscountess”. Yes, she understood her Viscounty was necessary to add prestige to her Steelhoof Embassy, otherwise it really meant little to her. One does not put on airs, she felt.
Still, it was so kind of Uncle Triander to drop by to offer his felicitations. In answer to his acknowledgement of her social elevation, Cadwarra gave Uncle Triander a light ‘thank you’ kiss on the lips and sat down on the bench. She was not sure why but it seemed rude not to sit next to him. They were about six inches apart. They clinked glasses. “Welcome to your new apartment, Cadwarra.”
Cadwarra took a sip from the refilled sherry glass. After the long day, she reasoned she deserved a second glass. The alcohol warmed her insides. It relaxed her. She liked sitting beside Uncle Triander.
Triander reached to place his glass of sherry on the table, inadvertently moving slightly closer to her. She liked that, too. The slit in Cadwarra’s dress again fell slightly open under the table in answer to another suspicious draft. She had forgotten to close the outside door.
Cadwarra set her glass down, deciding not to drink too fast. “I am afraid I have to give Amber credit for stocking the bar, Uncle Triander, not me. She seems to have looked after everything, in fact.”
Uncle Triander moved another inch closer and put a fatherly hand on Cadwarra’s bare thigh. “Best to make use of Amber’s abilities while you have her living here” he advised Cadwarra. The feel of her smooth bare skin gave him a sudden boner as he continued. “Just between you and me; she’ll be moving out soon. Her mother is making arrangements for her to be Lord Marshford’s mistress. She’ll be relocating to her own suite once that happens.” He did not add that this arrangement would ensure Amber would be necessarily kept away from Diamander.
“I do hope Amber does not leave too soon” Cadwarra replied, disappointed to be hearing about losing her. “She has been a wealth of information about etiquette and things.”
“She is not a stupid girl” Triander agreed, hand still casually resting on Cadwarra’s upper leg. He could feel her toned muscles. By Marr, the girl was fit. “Amber is still inclined to being silly” he added regretfully “but I am sure Earl Marshford will mature her quickly enough.”
Triander was sure Daniel Clothspinner had worked one of his quaint little enchantments into Cadwarra’s dress but was too impatient to wait for the magic breeze to continue to open the slit in the dress on its own. He tugged on Cadwarra’s skirts, pulling them far enough open to get them completely out of his way. Her right leg was exposed right up to her hip. That naked limb innocently waited there for Triander’s hand to explore all that undiscovered flesh. He gently placed his hand back on her leg, just above her knee.
Cadwarra did not object, not even remotely, as his fingertips swept lightly along her thigh. He went up quite high, feeling the silky skin yield softly under his touch. His hand slid back down to her knee then up again. He went even higher the second time.
Triander casually continued their conversation as his roaming hand grew bolder and bolder, higher and higher. “Amber will remain your student, naturally, though her Lord will perhaps disrupt your training schedule betimes according to his masculine needs. Regardless, Amber will have plenty of time for training between lovemaking. Important Lords get busy. I myself often go days without visiting my mistresses. I anticipate Amber will be free most days for the same reason.”
“That sounds perfect, Uncle Triander.” Cadwarra was finding Triander’s caresses quite pleasant. She saw he could not stop his eyes from drifting down to her boobs. Thanks to the fabric of her dress the shape of her large braless breasts was clearly apparent under the bodice. Likewise, the fabric revealed the location of her hard nipples should any healthy, right-thinking man care to glance down to ascertain where they were and what state of arousal she was in. All the same, she worried she should have changed into a more modest outfit so as to not be teasing Uncle Triander so. No doubt he was on his way to see one of his aformentioned mistresses to honour Tunare with her; Cadwarra should not be delaying him.
Triander’s gaze lingered just a few seconds more on those erect nipples. He was recalling how beautiful they had looked at the soirée under that Clothspinner lace that hid nothing. He wanted to see those big brown areolas again.
Cadwarra realized that Uncle Triander could see by her obvious nipplage how cold she had gotten standing outside in the chill. She remembered she had meant to light a fire. “Are you cold, Uncle Triander?”
He managed to keep his eyes off her chest as he answered. “Oh...no, my Dear, I am fine, thank you.” Triander’s hand ran up her thigh so high he felt pubic hair brush against the back of his thumb. “Things are going to warm up soon enough.”
Cadwarra did not agree. “I am sure the temperature will only get colder toward dark” she countered.
Uncle Triander did not seem worried about that. He merely slid along the bench to sit right up against the pretty Wood Elf. Sharing the warmth, Cadwarra assumed.
There followed a short silence. Cadwarra took a sip of sherry. She was well aware that that hand on her leg was not really where an uncle should be putting his hands. She inwardly scolded herself for not wearing panties but on further reflection she decided she was rather liking being touched there, unfamilial though it might be.
Still, Cadwarra was not feeling entirely comfortable by the way she was feeling. Perhaps her naughty desires were only a result of the provocative image of Chief Kraughl’s erection and by Her Majesty’s extraordinary revelation regarding the same. She therefore took another sip of the sherry. She believed it was the same vintage as she had had in the Private Rooms in the Palace. If so, Amber had really splurged.
As the sherry went down her throat, she felt a little light-headed. Cadwarra decided how nice it was to have Uncle Triander touching her so. It had been a long, busy day. There had been the stress of puzzling out what the Old Druidess was saying. That was always a chore. Then there was the strain of attempting to make a good impression on the Queen while puzzling over the meaning of some oblique references about her Ambassadorial Duties that Cadwarra was still trying to understand.
Yes, she realized she was glad Uncle Triander had stopped by. He seemed to have surmised she had had a long day and that a soothing touch would relieve her tired muscles and troubled mind. Maybe a shoulder massage would have been more appropriate than petting her leg but in the end he was succeeding in getting her to relax, notwithstanding that his hands were unintentionally close to intimate places.
She pondered asking Uncle Triander to massage her back. That would be a diplomatic way to get him to remove his hand from under her dress but, then again, why make him stop? It certainly was relaxing her...in an exciting way. She decided she should let him continue his unorthodox massage. There was no harm. The feel of a handsome man’s touch was doing wonders for her tension.
Triander’s hand stopped at the top of her thigh. It rested right there, almost brushing her vulva. Sensing Cadwarra’s impending co-operation, he pulled her close enough that their hips touched.
Cadwarra fought a foolish urge to kiss Uncle Triander. She had drunk too much sherry. The alcohol was affecting her commonsense. Uncle Triander’s hand shifted imperceptibly nearer her privacies. She let out a quiet sigh of contentment before she could stop herself. She rested her head fondly on his shoulder.
“You’re very attractive” she told him. She shifted her legs subconsciously, unaware she had parted them slightly as his forefinger gently touched her inner labia.
Triander felt Cadwarra shiver involuntarily when she opened her thigh in response to his familiarity. She did not make any fuss about his hand being so close to her pussy. He longed to insert his fingers into her cooch three knuckles deep but he forced himself to move slow. He penetrated her with only one finger and only up to the first knuckle. It stayed there only a moment before it was withdrawn.
“I thought we should discuss my friend’s homosexual son” he told Cadwarra, effecting a casual tone. He pulled his finger out. His hand returned to caressing her thigh mere inches away from her vagina. “I think I mentioned Young Lord Fairwick to you at the soirée?”
Cadwarra was a little disappointed to have Triander’s hand move away from her pussy. She was sure he was about to slip several fingers deep into her. Instead he wanted to talk about his friend’s gay son. She had hoped that matter had been dropped. She had not wanted to be involved in any conversion therapy, as much as the misguided boy may have needed it.
Her answer; therefore, was somewhat guarded. “You did mention him, Uncle Triander, and I am most willing to help your friend cure his son’s perversion. Still, I fear it caused a bit of trouble for the Marshall when I helped with Diamander. This seems to be a similar situation.”
Triander chuckled. Removing his hand from Cadwarra’s thigh he thoughtfully pulled her skirts back into place then wrapped his arm around her waist. The bottom of her breasts rested on his forearm. “We have that covered, Cadwarra. No fear.”
Rather than explain further, Triander pulled Cadwarra up off her chair. She rose and he sat her on his lap. Cadwarra could feel he had an erection. It was big. Perhaps not as big as his older brother’s but certainly as big as his son’s.
Though she settled comfortably into his arms, Cadwarra felt somewhat guilty. While on his way to his mistress, Uncle Trinader had dropped by to ensure she was alright after a long day, to congratulate her on her Peerage and to welcome her to her new home. Unthinkingly, she had sat next to him, thus tempting him with the closeness of her female body. When he had been unable to resist the inadvertent invitation to reach out and fondle her, she had not corrected his behaviour.
Given the evidence of that hard cock under her ass, she realized she had failed to ensure she had not made him horny. Though she had not intended to torture him so, she was now confronted with the incontrovertible truth that his erection was fully grown because of her. She really should allow this mistress of his to take care of it but she thought again of the painting of Queen Antonia’s Centaur. She really wanted to fuck some cock
Triander put his hand on Cadwarra’s left breast. He cupped it a second then jiggled it experimentally. He gave it a squeeze, feeling it through the fabric of her dress. It was very firm under his probing fingers. He was pleased to discover most of it was composed of mammary gland with very little fat. His brother had proclaimed to Triander that it was possibly the most wonderful feeling boob in existence. He would have to let him know he agreed.
Triander continued fondling that perfect breast while he at last explained why Cadwarra need not be concerned about another Jury Trial. “First; the plan remains simple. You get Young Fairwick tipsy at a dinner party, then you get him alone and do the deed with him. He’ll see how good it feels to have his prick snug inside your warm pussy.”
“I see.” Cadwarra had to admit it was exciting to think about holding down another young queer and forcing him to try heterosexual sex for his own good. Privately, though, she felt the plan was too optimistic. Some homosexuals were not merely misguided; they just liked cock and could not be cured. Young Lord Fairwick might be on of those incurable ones.
Triander did not share Cadwarra’s pessimism. “It is hoped you will be able to accomplish your task using persuasive tactics more seductive than aggressive” he went on, disregardful of Cadwarra’s apparent concerns. “The amount of coaxing versus forcing will depend on the situation that night. We will leave it up to your wisdom to judge how much of each is needed.” He kept fondling Cadwarra’s boob. He loved how it filled his hand, heavy in his palm, warm to his touch.
Cadwarra still appeared dubious but did not ask any further questions. Triander moved his hand over to play with Cadwarra’s other boob. It was a perfect mirror image to her left boob. Feeling Cadwarra was still reluctant to help Lord Fairwick resolve the problem of his deviant son, Triander provided additional reassurance. “Should it turn out you need to use a preponderance of unilateral persuasion while holding that pansy-boy down, you have his father’s advance permission to do so. The boy is not yet of the age where he is legally allowed to bring charges against you himself; the father would need to file them on his behalf. Lord Fairwick won’t do that, of course, since it is he that is directing you to perform the completely legal rape of his son.”
Triander pushed Cadwarra’s tit high up on her chest, then let it fall. He liked to see it bounce. He should maybe get her to shake her jugs rapidly once he got her topless. That would be quite the sight! For now, he continued his reassurances. “Naturally, we will get it all in writing just to save us from any complications similar to that trouble Diamander’s...er...roommate...caused for you after you forced yourself, rightfully, on Diamander.”
“I see” replied Cadwarra. Uncle Triander’s words reminded her of the night she raped Diamander.
It was Diamander’s fault she had done so. She had watched Diamander bathe before bed. He had washed naked while Cadwarra admired his young muscular body. Soapy water had flowed down his strapping chest across his rolling abs to the erotic vee of his flat abdomen. From there the suds had run down his cock to fall back into the bathwater in the tub. Though he was flacid, the penis had still been a long one, all slippery and shiny with soap. It had swung around as he washed . It had gleamed in the candlelight and flopped about while he washed his big round, sperm laden balls. Those massive balls had rolled heavily in his hand as he soaped them. She had not been able to take her eyes away.
She knew how selfish she had then acted when she had climbed on top of Diamander in bed but he had gotten her horny then had been most reluctant to celebrate Tunare with her. After he had washed his beautiful body like that right in front of her and even climbed in to sleep beside her in her bed, a male had no right to refuse a willing female. How long was she supposed to sleep beside that beautiful physique of his before she did something about it? It was only natural she had forced him to be a man.
Perhaps she should have been more patient with Diamander that night but she reminded herself she had had orders from Marshall Vishra and besides, Tunare put females in the arms of men for them to enjoy, hadn’t she? She had been put in Diamander’s arms that night, just as Tunare had seen fit to put her in Uncle Triander’s arms tonight. She drank the last of her sherry and looked down at Diamander’s attractive father. He seemed willing to be raped.
Uncle Triander kept feeling Cadwarra up, unaware of her naughty thoughts. His strong hands wandered all over. She liked it. That image that she still had in her head of Diamander’s sudsy nakedness was telling her body she needed a male immediately and there was Uncle Triander touching her, enjoying her.
Without waiting for any invitation beyond the hands squeezing her breasts and that big hard cock pressed under her butt, Cadwarra pulled the slit of her dress wide open to flash her right leg. She casually unbuttoned her bodice. Her big tits spilled out, tawny nipples ready for sucking on.
“Nice hooters” Triander said approvingly “I like them.” He reached up and grabbed a big handful of bare Wood Elf mammary. He lifted the soft boob and squeezed, watching Cadwarra’s large areolas shrink in the chilly room. Though already erect, Cadwarra’s nipple rose yet higher as the areolas contracted and crinkled. He could feel her heart beating rapidly under all that breast.
Triander spent a few enjoyable minutes playing with Cadwarra’s nipple crowned girl-bubbles. Breastmeat filled his hands, deforming as his kneading fingers squeezed and pushed it all over her chest. He then pulled on one of her nipples in obvious delight, stretching it until he feared he would hurt her if he pulled any harder. He let it go and her breast snapped back into its perfect shape. “Pull on it again” Cadwarra requested. “A little harder.”
He yanked on the nipple a couple more times, amazed at how far he could stretch it without complaint from Cadwarra.
He began to suck on the right nipple. Cadwarra wrapped her arms around Triander’s neck and enjoyed his hungry affections. He tried to get milk but her breasts were empty. He kept suckling her teat regardless. In reaction to his attentions, a pulse of dopamine was released into her brain, giving her a jolt of pleasure from having her breast nursed. She kept that tit pushed into Triander’s mouth, wishing she had sweet, white nourishment to feed him.
With Uncle Triander showing such attentions to her breast, Cadwarra decided her sexual needs took precedence over some other girl’s. Quelling any guilty feelings about keeping her guest from his mistress, Cadwarra squirmed in his lap, deliberately grinding on his obvious hard-on. “Do you want to fuck me, Uncle Triander? Right now? Real hard?” She kept moving her ass around on his hard dick. She was breathing heavily. “You want to, don’t you?”
In answer, Triander reached between Cadwarra’s legs again. At last, to her delight, he slipped three fingers deep into her vagina while his thumb pressed on her clitoris.
Cadwarra pushed her hips forward as his fingers penetrated her. He started finger-fucking her hard and fast, curling his hand to grip the front of her pelvic bone between thumb outside and fingers inside. His hand was drenched. She was certainly ready. He masturbated Cadwarra from inside and out, rolling his thumb on her clit.
Feeling her shake as she started to cum, Triander congratulated himself on choosing to come to Cadwarra instead of screwing any one of the many maids that happened to be in more convenient proximity that day. Cadwarra was making his trip to her rooms well worth the time.
At last Cadwarra’s orgasm subsided. Breast still in Triander’s face for him to keep sucking, she leaned close. He felt hot breath on his earlobe. “I want your cock, Uncle Triander. I want it inside me. I want it inside me more than any other cock I have ever had.” Her knees were trembling. Her second orgasm began, inspired by the mere thought of a fuck from Uncle Triander.
Triander let Cadwarra’s long hard nipple drop from his mouth. He pulled soaked fingers out of her twat. Seeing Cadwarra was done with her sherry he took her empty goblet and placed it on the table. He stood, lifting her up off his lap, her arms around his neck, her calves around his waist; the same way the Sergeant had held her in the Forest Ruins while he made love to her.
Triander headed to the largest bedroom, presuming that was Cadwarra’s. “Let’s get you into bed, Cadwarra. You’ll need to be fucked properly”
Cadwarra giggled as he dropped her on the bed, the bodice of her dress still open. Her breasts rolled around on her chest as she eagerly positioned herself in the middle. He stood over her, hastily pulling off his clothes while he watched her tits flopping around. She saw he liked to see them jiggle. She moved her shoulders, shaking them. They swayed side to side and up and down while he enjoyed the show. At last she stopped shaking her tits and they came to rest there on her chest, perfect orbs of female flesh.
He stood naked while he admired Cadwarra’s partial nudity. Curious to see how he measured up to his brother and his son, Cadwarra took a moment to glance at his hard prick. Uncle Triander was the same size as Diamander and the same girth as well. Like Diamander’s, his stuck out long and beautiful. It pointed up slightly, mocking gravity.
In her travels, Cadwarra had heard of establishments where men could pay two silver to stick their cocks in a hole in the wall and a girl on the other side would suck on it until he came in her mouth. If she was one of those girls and Diamander and his Father had stuck their cocks through those holes for her to give them each a blow job, she would have been hard put to tell which cock was owned by father or by son.
She was glad Triander was not Marshall Vishra’s size. She just wanted a relaxing screw that night. Of course she was proud she could handle all of Marshall Vishra’s length but tonight she was not in the mood to have to deal with a cock that was maybe an inch too long. She was wanting Diamander’s size that evening and since Diamander was not there, Uncle Triander would do.
Triander’s cock swung side to side as he stepped closer to Cadwarra, waiting there on her bed. He reached down and pulled the unbuttoned Clothspinner dress from Cadwarra’s shoulders then slid it down her bare torso to her waist. Grinning in anticipation, she lifted her hips up from the mattress to let Triander pull the garment off her ass then over her knees and finally past her feet.
Triander’s eyes took in the beautiful nakedness now lying there. The little Wood Elf was calmly waiting for him to take anything and everything he wanted.
Cadwarra’s eyes kept looking down at Uncle Triander’s erection. She liked how it bobbed slightly up and down as he leaned closer to her. Just over eighteen years ago, Uncle Triander had put Diamander into his wife’s womb using that lovely prick. Cadwarra wanted to be fucked by the cock that had made Diamander. Just as she had found during her night with the Sergeant and Lord Forest, there was a thrill in exploring the bodies of Father and Son, sucking both cocks, celebrating Tunare with the cock that made the cock with which you were celebrating Tunare.
There was something very arousing in doing that. Cadwarra wanted to do that now. She lifted her eyes to Triander’s handsome face to watch his expression as she spread her legs to reveal her vagina open and ready. She was gratified to see his eyes widen lustfully as he beheld her inner pink.
Quelling the natural impulse to just get on top, jab his cock in and start rutting, Triander first hung Cadwarra’s expensive Clothspinner dress carefully over a nearby chair, taking care not to crease the material. Cadwarra noticed the kind gesture but did not take the time to thank him, so wanting she was for him.
Triander turned back to Cadwarra and admired her figure as she lay there nude. He could not have imagined a more beautiful woman. She was very, very pretty. Her tawny skin was without a single blemish or mark. Her breasts, lying there on her chest, allowed gravity to flatten them just a little. They remained round and firm as they rose and fell with her breathing. Dusky nipples perched on top of each breast, sticking up like little flagpoles, testifying as to how ready they were for oral attentions.
There was just a tiny hint of ribs showing below her breasts, framing the slightly rounded tummy inside of which she was to soon be growing a Vishra son.
Her pelvis was curved in perfect proportions to her small waist. She would have no trouble pushing out that son. Those birthing hips transitioned into shapely thighs then on down to her toned calves. Very fine hairs, mere peachfuzz, proved that she had no need to shave her legs.
Triander looked at Cadwarra’s wet vulva last of all. That was the part of her he most needed right then. With her legs spread wide open, it was plainly in view under that triangle of curly close-trimmed pubic hair. Her labia majora formed a gentle sweeping rise below her pubic hair. Between them, her labia minora was only just visible, ready to part for any lover who wished to insert his penis into vaginal paradise.
Lovely though she was to behold, Triander’s needs compelled him to stop the admiration and delay coupling no longer. He climbed onto the bed. She wrapped her arms around him as he positioned himself above her. He knelt between her legs and touched her clitoris lightly with the end of his penis. He rubbed it playfully down her slit, inserting his knob into her only slightly, teasing her.
Cadwarra lifted her hips up, spreading her knees further apart. She was silently urging him to put it in as far as he could. In answer, he pushed his cock deeper but only by an inch or so. He wanted to insert his dick slowly, savouring every inch of slippery, wet vagina as he slid in, penetrating her, sliding along the slick walls of her lubricated insides.
Cadwarra had not realized she had been holding her breath. She exhaled in satisfaction as she felt the big penis delving into her, the thick girth pushing the walls of her vagina aside to make room for all of Uncle Triander’s throbbing manhood. The stiff dick bent to accommodate the shape of her vagina as he pushed it in up to the hilt.
Once he was fully inserted, Triander slowly withdrew again. Both wordlessly watched the long shaft of cock emerge from inside Cadwarra until only the tip remained in her. Cadwarra was turned on by how wet the penis was as it shone there in front of her admiring eyes. Triander was amazed that that little girl had buried the whole thing inside her tummy without complaint or even a wince.
Triander pushed in again, harder this time. He could actually see the outline of his cock in her tummy as it moved inside her. He pulled back out. The cock in her abdomen disappeared. He went in then out then in and out and in and out while he watched the outline of his cock moving inside her.
Cadwarra reacted by meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own, moving as fast as he was. She too could see the magnificent length of Uncle Triander’s cock plainly visible as it moved in her tummy, plumbing her depths.
She could see he was also watching her tummy move as his cock pushed into her. Why had she never seen a cock do that to her before? Was it the angle of Uncle Triander’s thrusts? She would need to check to see of Lord Vishra’s big cock also could be seen inside her. If so, had she merely failed to notice before?
Their copulation soon increased in speed. Triander was moving his hips as fast as he could. Cadwarra’s quim was making soft, wet fuck noises. Triander grunted in shameless abandonment. He could smell her pussy.
Cadwarra lay under Uncle Triander, taking the hard pounding. Diamander usually took Cadwarra gently, careful to ensure she was enjoying their loving. His Father was much more assertive in his enjoyment of her cunt. She was really getting banged hard and she loved it. She would need to encourage Diamander to do it that way, too, but for now she had his father doing her and he was doing her right.
“Uncle Triander” she suddenly implored. “Fuck me...FUCK ME!”
Rather than point out to Cadwarra that that was exactly what he was doing, Triander merely maintained his insane fucking speed. He grinned down at the dirty talking Feir’Dal, his lust heightened by her naughty words. “You like your Uncle Triander fucking you hard, don’t you, Lady Cadwarra?”
Cadwarra whispered up at him as he kept brutally fucking. “I do, I do...”
Triander did not slow. “And you like big Human cocks, don’t you? Not those little Wood Elf cocks that took your virginity, eh? You want big HUMAN cocks, don’t you, Viscountess Cadwarra?”
Cadwarra whispered again, her face flushing “I do, I do...”
This attitude pleased Triander. No wonder she was able to straighten out these faggot boys. He kept moving wildly on top of her, watching his cock moving inside her abdomen.
Cadwarra kept her pelvis moving in rhythm to Triander’s thrusts while also watching his cock moving inside her. She was sure no other cock had ever done that. Experimentally, she lifted her hips to further exaggerate the angle at which Uncle Triander was ramming. The effect was incredible, the shape of the cock inside her became ever more pronounced as it pushed up from inside her. “It doesn’t even fit” she marveled as her belly rose under the thrust of his cock.
Triander immediately saw what Cadwarra had done with her pelvis. He too saw with delight how his cock became even more obvious inside her tummy. It was now pushing up from deep in her belly, making a bump with each time he hit bottom. He rammed harder, trying to see how far he could make the bump rise.
Cadwarra knew what Triander was trying to do. She liked it. Her orgasm started. “Oh...Uncle Triander...keep fucking me! Let me watch you moving inside me!” In the heat of her desires, Cadwarra’s voice rose desperately in volume as she looked down and exalted “I CAN SEE IT MOVING! KEEP FUCKING ME WITH THAT HUGE PRICK!!! KEEP IT MOVING INSIDE MEEEEEE!!!”
Triander was sure she could be heard in the neighbouring apartments but he did not slow even when Cadwarra screamed the embarrassing words “KEEP FUCKING ME WITH THAT BIG HARD CUM-FILLED PRICK!! SHOW ME HOW IT CAN’T EVEN FIT !!!! SHOW ME YOU...(and here she took an excited breath)...YOU BIG COCKED HUMAN...SLUTFUCKER!!!!”
Her outburst surprised both of them. She calmed a little as if her words had relieved the sexual madness that was driving her to talk so naughty. Triander fucked quietly for a few in-and-outs then repeated quietly “Human slutfucker?” He asked it in an amused tone. He burst into a spontaneous laugh but did not stop fucking.
Realizing the ridiculousness of what she had said, Cadwarra began to laugh too while still enjoying the thrusts of Triander’s perfect cock. She gave him a hug. They enjoyed the silly giggling of two lovers that liked each other enough to see humour in their lust.
The laughter eventually subsided but the bond that had formed from sharing a joke remained. Triander kissed Cadwarra, still smiling in amusement at her.
They fucked in silence for a time. Triander kept moving on top of her, wanting to see her cum again. He could tell she was near. She cried out as another orgasm began. “Tunare...oh, TUNARE! I’m there....I’m therrrrrrrrre!”
Cadwarra’s brow contorted in intense ecstasy as she growled up at Triander like a tigress “Oh Tunare! Keep that big cock hard just for a few more thrusts...keep it harrrrrrrd.....TUNARRRRRRRRRRE! Keep it HARRRRRRRRD!”
Cadwarra’s face flushed deeper, her chest reddened, her pussy juice drenched the cock pumping inside her. The sound of wet ‘shlicking’ filled the room as hard cock drove into sopping wet vadge. She climaxed like a virgin.
There is nothing more arousing than seeing a female cum on your cock, feeling her drench it. Triander felt his own orgasm begin. He could not hold off any longer, nor did he want to. He drove into Cadwarra’s box. The tip of his cock, still visible in Cadwarra’s belly, was reaching almost to her womb, preparing to erupt in massive volumes of thick, sticky cum. He pushed his dick as deep as he could inside Cadwarra then pulled out to drive it in again. He stayed pushed hard into her for a long second before pulling out and driving hard for a third time.
Holding it as far in as possible, he felt his cock twitch at the base and jism blasted from his prick. His desires undiminished by the commencement of his ejaculation, he began to fuck Cadwarra in an insane series of short strokes, penis still tumescent, driving his pelvis hard between Cadwarra’s wide open thighs. He then rammed her hard five or six time then pushed in and held his spewing cock as far in as he could hold it. Sperm still poured out of it in spasm after spasm.
Cadwarra felt Uncle Triander’s cock writhing inside her. She knew a rapid succession of cumshots were bursting out of his balls. Gob after gob of oozing semen flooded into Cadwarra’s wet depths.
He found her lips and kissed her while his jizz was still pumping. When his orgasm was finally finished his penis was still hard so he kept kissing and fucking, moving his cock in and out long after his sperm had ceased flowing. Much of what he had put inside her was pushed back out by the pumping of his cock. It dripped onto the sheets.
He only stopped fucking when his dick finally softened. Even then, he stayed inside, enjoying how good she felt in there, slippery and warm.
They held each other a while. Cadwarra kissed Uncle Triander affectionately and he her but they had little to say.
It was dark outside when Triander and Cadwarra dressed and exited the bedroom to find they were no longer alone in the apartment. Amber and a pretty young woman dressed in the livery of a Vishra servant were in the kitchen putting away groceries. No one commented that Cadwarra’s hair was suspiciously messed.
Triander showed no embarrassment that Amber must have heard everything. He gave his niece a hello kiss on the cheek. “I like what you have done with this place, Amber.” He was a bit surprised to see Amber and Cadwarra greet each other with a kiss on the lips. It was too long a kiss to merely be a chaste greeting.
Amber had stocked up on caviar, smoked oysters and expensive cheeses; all things she knew Papa and Uncle Triander liked. Cadwarra noticed there were no staples like flour or eggs. “That’s a separate order” Amber had explained. “it is to be delivered later this evening.”
No one acknowledged the pretty servant who was fussing about on various tasks, though Cadwarra cast a curious glance her way. Obviously aware of what Cadwarra and Lord Triander were doing, the servant gave Cadwarra a mischievous grin in return then began to light the fire. No doubt the girl was thinking how helpless these Lords and Ladies were; not having the wit to get the place warm before bedding. She then prepared tea while Amber made chitchat with her uncle and Cadwarra at the table.
When the tea was brought over, Amber finally introduced the servant. “This is Samandra” she explained. “I am afraid Mama is a little displeased with her...something about cream for coffee not being available the morning after our last soirée. She will be our new Maid.”
Samandra gave Cadwarra a perfect curtsy accompanied by another ill-concealed grin. She was clearly bemused by the recent shouting she had heard from Cadwarra’s bedroom.
Triander interrupted the Maid’s silent amusement at the upper class’s perversities. “I’ll need my coat” he requested as he put down his tea and stood. Samandra curtsied again and hurried off.
Triander paused to hug Amber goodbye, then kissed Cadwarra on the forehead. “That was lovely” he thanked Cadwarra, still unconcerned that his niece had heard how he had made Cadwarra cry out. “I must return soon.”
“Oh, please do, Uncle Triander.” Cadwarra held him close to her body, crushing her breast into his ribs. Right in front of Amber, he squeezed Cadwarra’s other tit then released her from his embrace. With that, he hurried off to the vestibule where the Maid and his coat were waiting.
Finally alone with Cadwarra, Amber was scandalously amused by her Uncle’s bedroom success. “You certainly were enjoying yourself” she remarked saucily to Cadwarra. “I am not sure if Tunare heard you enthusiastically imploring Her divine assistance but the neighbours surely did.”
Amber resisted the temptation to ask more. She was exceedingly curious to find out what Uncle “Slutfucker” had done to make Cadwarra cry out the way she had in that bedroom. Whatever it was, Amber wanted some of it. She could be a slut, too, if Uncle Triander wanted to do more ‘slutfucking’. Mama had forbidden her from sleeping with Diamander, but had not mentioned any other male relatives, had she?
Amber decided that little bit of incestuous fun could surely wait for another day. Right now, she had Cadwarra alone in the dining room and Cadwarra looked so pretty with her hair adorably messed up and her pussy indubitably oozing Uncle Triander’s yummy sperm. She wanted a taste. She took Cadwarra’s hand and pulled her toward the second largest bedroom. “Come see what I’ve done with my bedroom, Cadwarra...come try my bed.”
Samandra was waiting for Lord Triander in the front vestibule. She had pulled out Lord Triander’s coat from the closet. It was a maid’s business to know who owned what outerwear after even just one visit and Samandra had taken Lord Triander’s coat on multiple occasions. By the time Triander got to the front door, she was holding it out for him to push his arms into the sleeves. As she helped him don it, he turned and asked her “do I know you?”
Samandra answered politely as she buttoned the coat. “We had sex a few months ago during one of Lady Vishra’s parties, M’Lord.” She showed no hint she was offended that he did not remember. “You followed me down to the wine cellar when Countess Fairwick requested a glass of Armagnac. You got me naked and had me against a cask of Port.” She smiled pleasantly at Triander as if remembering the incident fondly and added “your made me cum as hard as you just made Lady Cadwarra cum and you still gave me a nice tip.”
Lord Triander did not pretend to remember. Curious, he reached out and unbuttoned Samandra’s uniform down to the navel. He pulled it open and pushed her jute undershirt up so he could get a good look at her bare chest. Her stark white breasts were quite unusual. They jutted out as if carved from ivory, long nipples thrusting forward, pink areolas quite large. “Oh yes” Triander apologized “I recognize you now.”
Zanhass Mossclean was so thrilled to have Kivan show up that evening just as she had closed shop and was taking her end-of-work bath. Hearing his beautiful voice, she had opened the front door nude, too thrilled to even use her towel to sop up the suds dripping from her young body.
Kivan entered. He slammed the door shut eagerly. He pulled her soapy body against him and kissed her passionately. She answered his kisses ardently, her innies rising into tall stalks. Her breasts rose and fell under her excited breaths. She undid his leggings and his penis grew to fill her loving grip.
His arms flung around her, Kivan explained he had been sent to pick up what tools and material he needed to mend armour in the field but he was sure he could stay longer.
Content to be naked in her lover’s arms, Zanhass scrutinized the list Kivan handed her. It was written by a certain Lady Amber and simply entitled “Squire Things”. Most of it was ridiculous. This Lady Amber had ordered a ton of coal, not realizing that first; coal was too expensive to be an economical fuel and second; there was no way Kivan was going to be able to carry a ton of coal back to his apartment, much less store it there. Lady Amber had also ordered a “claw hammer” not a smith’s hammer. And what was the Philips screwdriver for? Several other items betrayed a complete lack of knowledge about armour mending. Lady Amber had apparently listed every tool she had ever heard of. The note then instructed Miss Mossclean to send the bill to “Viscountess Cadwarra of Splitpaw, care of Lady Amber Vishra”.
Zanhass remained in Kivan’s embrace, frowning at the completely useless list. She loved his hands on her; all over her bare backside then sliding up her ribs to gently fondle her breasts then back to her backside. She kept his hot erection in her hand, as hard as it was yesterday when she had guided it inside her. Her heart quickened to remember it sliding back and forth. She wanted more of that. Trelly had dropped by wondering why she had not come to lunch. She had told Trelly what she had done. Trelly had asserted Kivan would not be a real boyfriend until she let him do it to her twice.
“I need to make up a proper list of things you’ll need for repairs” Zanhass told Kivan diplomatically. “This list should be...um...edited.”
Zanhass tossed the list into the dying embers in the furnace. “I’ll do that later” she explained “I can’t think clearly while your hands are touching me and your dinky is so hard.” She hugged Kivan, his perfect prick flattened against her teenage thigh. “Deflower me again” she begged “then, when I can think straight, I will put together a proper armour repair kit for you.” Assuming he wouldn’t refuse her, she was already aiming his dick at the exact place she wanted it reinserted.
They ‘deflowered’ right there. Standing up. It did not hurt this time. He moved back and forth inside her. Seeing Zanhass grinning up at him in undisguised joy at the pleasure he was giving her, he quickened his hips. He watched her cum; her first vaginal orgasm. A look of joy was obvious on her face as she discovered that a boy’s penis could do that to her.
He came inside her, thereby hiding how little sperm he had manufactured since he had last cum in Lady Amber’s mouth in the early afternoon.
When the deflowering was done they held each other and talked. He was reluctant to leave. He stayed long into the evening.
It was late by the time he had arrived back to 25 Karana Way, Zanhass’s armour repair kit on his back. It was well past a decent bedtime. The bill in his pocket for the repair kit totaled 15 silver, 64 copper.
The magic door opened for him. Lady Cadwarra’s apartment was dark and quiet. He entered, trying not to make too much noise given the lateness of the hour. As he quietly set his pack down on the vestibule floor the door slammed shut behind him with a loud bang that echoed through the rooms and made him jump in surprise. Instantly there was the sound of several pairs of feet leaping off beds and hurrying to see what intruder had entered at such a late hour.
Lady Cadwarra appeared first holding her mace at the ready. She had sprung out of bed wearing nothing but Diamander’s rolled up silk pajama bottoms riding revealingly low on her hips. A hint of brown pubic hair peaked out above the waistband. Topless, her beautiful breasts were bouncing wildly as she sprinted down the hall from her bedroom, iron mace at the ready.
Cadwarra lowered her weapon when she recognized the page that had been eyeballing her thigh at the Soirée several nights ago. Had Lady Vishra sent him along to her bed after all?
Kivan stood there, afraid that any move would earn him the blow of a mace to the side of the head. Nevertheless, he had a good look at Cadwarra’s tits as they finally stopped jiggling and sat there in full view.
Amber appeared next. More familiar with magic locks, when the door had slammed she knew the noise was no footpad sneaking in a window. The door had dutifully let in one of Lady Cadwarra’s retainers but had still, correctly, slammed shut quite loudly to announce the late arrival of a possibly truant servant.
Knowing the disturbance could only be Kivan, Amber had not bothered to cover herself modestly. She was wrapped in a bath towel that exposed a good portion of her smallish tits above the nipples and revealed a good deal of lovely thigh below the hips. After what she had let Kivan do earlier that day it seemed a bit unnecessary to get any more decent than that.
Amber had expected Kivan would spend the night with his Willow Wood girl. While his return was somewhat commendable, he still needed to know he was in dereliction of his employment obligations arriving so late and waking up the whole house. She would deal with that later. For the moment, she introduced Cadwarra to her official Squire.
Cadwarra thanked Kivan for joining her household. Her tits jiggled some more as they shook hands. Kivan managed to tear his eyes off of those beauties after only a split second taken to admire how gracefully they quivered for him, swaying unsupported as they perched there with those big brown nipples. He tried his best for the rest of the conversation to keep his eyes above her shoulders.
Last, Samandra sauntered out from her room. She was only wearing her jute undershirt that did not fall past the widest part of her shapely hips. Below, she was bottomless. Her short delay in appearing was to ensure that if it was a burglar, the Ladies of the House would rightly defend the servants from harm. In the more likely occurrence that it was a surprise guest she had appeared soon enough to be able to make a midnight snack or pour some wine.
There was no reason why Samandra had not pulled on some leggings or a skirt except that Samandra was known to enjoy showing her body. She was somewhat annoyed that Kivan did not take a moment to admire her exposed pubes; instead, his gaze kept drifting inappropriately to Lady Cadwarra’s bare tits. He needed to know his place, that boy. No wonder Lady Vishra had fired him.
There was some consternation over the fact that only three beds had been delivered despite there now being four residents in the apartment. “We servants can share a bed” Samandra had volunteered very excitedly.
“Squire Kivan has a fiancée” Amber had countered quite sharply. She was determined to ensure that Kivan stayed loyal to his Willow Wood girlfriend. She also had no intention of allowing Samandra to be too exhausted in the morning to do her chores.
“I can sleep on the floor in the small room at the back.” Kivan had offered. “It will make a good workshop as well.”
Lady Cadwarra had an extra pillow he could take. She also pulled out extra blankets so he could have some sort of a ersatz mattress. It was fine, he assured her. He had slept worse many times.
The makeshift bed was comfy enough, but he had lain awake all night. Despite his love for Zanhass he was preoccupied by the sight of the three half-naked women that had greeted his young eyes upon his arrival home.
He fought the distracting memory of under-clad females by thinking instead about the way Zanhass had stood naked for him as she eagerly opened the door. Her puffies had instantly shrunk and hardened to see him. Her innies had sprung up into tall stems, invitations for Kivan to start sucking on them. She had felt so wonderful in his arms.
Unable to sleep, he had stroked his hard dick in honour of Zanhass’s loving but he wanted to avoid shooting his cum; he was embarrassed by how little he had been able to shoot for all the ladies today. They seemed to be disappointed in his volumes. Having been so inadequate, he wanted to at least impress Zanhass next time he shot a load. He thought it would be fun to titfuck her so she could see it spurting all over her chest. If so, he would need to produce a quantity large enough to please her.
He heard Amber in the next room roll over in her sleep. The bed ropes creaked just as they would if a lover was to get onto Amber’s bed and help himself to her body. The guilty thought occurred to him he could sneak into her room and be that lover. Surely, she would like to give him another blow job.
To his credit, his loyalty to Zanhass quickly subdued that urge. The resolve to be loyal to his Blacksmith ended the temptation to waken Amber, sure though he was that there was maybe a good chance that she might consider possibly sucking him off...if he was lucky...assuming she was in the mood.
Knowing he was being too optimistic, he successfully resisted the desire to go and try to fool around with Amber.
He was drifting off to sleep when Samandra got up to put more wood on the fire. He remembered her standing there in just her undershirt, not caring what she was showing. She was probably wearing nothing but that undershirt right now. He imagined her bare ass being there to plainly see as she bent over to stoke the coals, pussy lips poking out from between her thighs.
Samandra had not paid him much attention when he had been a mere page at the Vishra Mansion but he was now a little higher up in the world. She had seemed anxious to share her bed with a Squire. He could walk down the hall and simply slip his dick into her before she was done tending the fire. He had heard about people doing it ‘doggy style’.
He though again of Zanhass’s arms flung joyfully around him when she opened the door to the smithy and found him there. He rejected the idea of sex with Samandra. Of course he could not cheat on Zanhass. He was going to see her in the morning. She was his girl. He could wait.
Then he heard Cadwarra’s voice down the hall in her bedroom. She was talking in her sleep. “Yes...like that” she said ‘...right there.”
What was she dreaming about? Was her sleep filled with reveries of Lord Vishra’s selfish attentions or had that beautifully gentle voice just betrayed his Lady Paladin’s slumbering confession that she had let more than one man touch her intimately. And if those naughty dreams were of other men caressing her, why could it not be him doing so?
He had seen Lady Cadwarra standing uninhibited in the near nakedness of half a set of pajamas, breasts sitting firm and round on her chest, rising and falling with each breath she took. Her hips curved gently, her belly slightly round, a wisp of pubic hair below revealed itself to be the light brown colour that matched the hair on her head. Lady Cadwarra’s breasts had hung there and swayed gently as she bent to help him spread out the blankets to form a mattress.
“It’s so beautiful...” he heard Cadwarra mutter again in her dreams. That pretty voice reminded him of the first time he heard it in the hallway of the Vishra Mansion with the tray of oysters. As casually as a girl might admit to a kiss on the cheek, in that soft, confident voice that he was even now hearing down the hall, the Lady Cadwarra had made a frank admission to the Lady Vishra that she had joined with Lord Vishra.
He could not push the shameless yet provocative image of Lady Cadwarra’s half clad body being enjoyed by his betters. Despite the revelation of Lady Cadwarra’s promiscuity, Kivan’s desire for her was re-ignited, heightened by the scandalizing knowledge of her lost innocence.
The resolve to wait for Zanhass’s loving on the morrow had evaporated once more. He again entertained the impossible fantasy of Lady Cadwarra opening the door to his room and confessing her need for him. She would reach under his blankets without invitation to find his fully erect manhood there for her immediate use. It was already in that state just by virtue of his lustful fantasies for her.
Knowing he would never dare risk his employment by doing so, Kivan tried to think of some excuse to go and waken Lady Cadwarra. Maybe she was sleeping nude in hopes that he would come to her room. He had a foolish scenario in his head, fueled by the stupidity of youth. “I heard you say something in your sleep, M’Lady, are you alright?...Oh, yes, I do like your breasts...Yes, I can keep you warm...Certainly, I will suck on that hard nipple of yours...”
But he knew in truth Lady Cadwarra would not take well to be awakened. Ashamed of being so disloyal to Zanhass, Kivan reminded himself he had just a few hours to hold on and the love of his life would be there beside the forge, waiting, wanting.
He concentrated on the image of Zanhass standing naked for him, letting him see everything, proud to be in the all-together for him. She had so lovingly allowed him to enter her. She had so lovingly given him her virginity. She had so lovingly kissed him, confident she was his only.
His heart broke to think he was having unchaste thoughts for other women. Thus fortified in his resolve to be true to Zanhass, he forgot about Amber and he forgot about Samandra and he even forgot about Lady Cadwarra. Out the window he could see the sky was lightening. He was going to make love to his girl very soon. She was worth the wait.